|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
for a time, and the man dwindled to a contemptible object, the mere
phallos-bearer, to be torn to pieces when his service was performed.
She felt the force of the Bacchae in her limbs and her body, the woman
gleaming and rapid, beating down the male; but while she felt this, her
heart was heavy. She did not want it, it was known and barren,
birthless; the adoration was her treasure.
It was so fathomless, so soft, so deep and so unknown. No, no, she
would give up her hard bright female power; she was weary of it,
stiffened with it; she would sink in the new bath of life, in the
depths of her womb and her bowels that sang the voiceless song of
adoration. It was early yet to begin to fear the man.
Lady Chatterley's Lover
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Miracle Mongers and Their Methods by Harry Houdini:
question, however, as to what extent exposure
really injures a performer. Exposure of the
secrets of the fire-eaters, for instance, dates
back almost to the beginning of the art itself.
The priests were exposed, Richardson was
exposed, Powell was exposed and so on down the
line; but the business continued to prosper, the
really clever performers drew quite fashionable
audiences for a long time, and it was probably
the demand for a higher form of entertainment,
resulting from a refinement of the
Miracle Mongers and Their Methods
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain:
all gone now, and I am not complaining any more. What have you been
getting? What's in the sack?"
Then his wife told him the great secret. It dazed him for a moment;
then he said:
"It weighs a hundred and sixty pounds? Why, Mary, it's for-ty thou-
sand dollars--think of it--a whole fortune! Not ten men in this
village are worth that much. Give me the paper."
He skimmed through it and said:
"Isn't it an adventure! Why, it's a romance; it's like the
impossible things one reads about in books, and never sees in life."
He was well stirred up now; cheerful, even gleeful. He tapped his
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg